📍 ///triumph.washy.cried — very close to the waterfall where we slept.
The sun is finally shining this afternoon in Akureyri. With laundry taking longer than expected, we took the opportunity to enjoy some tacos before heading back to Ísafjörður.
The miles fly by, and sometimes you have to resolve not to stop everywhere your heart desires. But it's impossible to resist Reykjafoss, nicknamed the steaming waterfall. Fed by the Svartá River, this waterfall gets its name from the steam that often rises from its surface when the air is cold. The place is intimately linked to the surrounding farmland: in the early 20th century, local farmers used the river's energy to power a flour mill, and later to generate electricity for a few neighboring farms—a small revolution at the time.
After this stop, head to Laugar. The village lives up to its name (laugar means “hot springs” in Icelandic) and, true to its reputation, it hides a small, circular natural pool. No bubbling jacuzzi or flashy luxury, just a circle of stones filled with hot water, enough to accommodate a few travelers at a time. We slip inside, and the moment becomes timeless.
In the pool, we exchange a few words with a German-speaking couple who have just returned from Hornstrandir. Their enthusiasm is contagious, and it's a good thing: tomorrow, it's our turn to explore this wild region.
The evening ends near a waterfall, camp set up, already thinking about the next stage. Iceland is a quick trip… but it is a slow journey.
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